by Emily Wierenga | Jun 17, 2011 | Uncategorized
Four days ago, I almost cried. I suppose you could say the stress of buying and renovating a house has its toll on a person’s emotions, but I really don’t want to use that as an excuse. However, I can’t explain how many frustrations come along with... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 14, 2011 | Uncategorized
She got brain cancer, my mum, who once changed behind closet door when Dad was in the room, and she now needed Dad to dress her. She sang off-key while he tender clothed her, and this daughter who used to peek through the crack and cry over the way Mum hid, this... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 13, 2011 | Uncategorized
my womb is a ripening mango, pulsing life, and i am more mother than other now. the feet of one boy in my ribs, the other clutching tight my belly where he pokes my button and cries to be held, and husband plays footsy and touches this flushed skin of woman when all i... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 12, 2011 | Uncategorized
“farming brings us face to face with the fact that we are poor; that we have to work for the things we need, or do without them.” (catherine Doherty, ‘apostolic farming’)soil fills black my fingernails, and i touch God’s face when i’m... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 8, 2011 | Uncategorized
Soup, and it’s dripping down her chin and I wipe it as a mother would her baby—only I’m her baby, and where are her pills? Lined up neat by my father in a green tray, I find the ones for Lunch and she cannot swallow, and it’s one of those days. She’s staring at a... by Emily Wierenga | Jun 7, 2011 | Uncategorized
he’s a silent man who moved across the yard when he got married, who spends winters hunting for antlers and summers skipping rocks across the creek in his land. he is a farming man who talks tractor and crop, a meticulous man who pulls dandelions from lawn and...